She Was Invited As A Guest To The Wedding Of Her Husband.

• Many years ago, there lived a lady named Adobe. She was raised in Enugu by her widowed mother who sold vegetables in Ugi market. From a young age, Ada learned that love wasn’t just about flowers and long calls. It was about showing up when it mattered. She believed in love with her whole chest. And so when she met Chibuzzo in her second year at the University of Nigeria on Suka, she gave her heart with both hands and no safety nets.
• Chibuza wasn’t rich. In fact, he was broke. He came from a struggling family and often had to borrow textbooks and eat only once a day. But what he lacked in money, he made up for with dreams. He would sit with Ada under the mango tree behind the library and speak boldly about owning a logistics company, buying trucks, wearing suits, and shaking hands with senators.
• And each time he spoke, Ada would listen, smile, and believe with him. She fell in love not with what he had, but with what he hoped to be. When Chibuzzo couldn’t pay his final year project fees, Ada borrowed from her mother’s contribution savings group to help him. She sold off the laptop she used for her fashion design side hustle just so that he could complete his research.
• And even though her friends kicked against it, Ada always defended him. It is not every day you find a man with big dreams and humility. If I don’t support him now, will I be able to eat with him when he makes it? After school, while many of their mates were applying for jobs or trying to jpa, Adam moved back to Enugu and set up a small fashion space beside her mother’s shop.
• She started sewing bridal dresses, mostly for church girls and low-budget weddings. Gradually, business started picking up. Meanwhile, Chibuza was posted to Zanfara for NYC and he struggled badly. The place was rough and he was constantly sick or broke. So Ada out of her small profit started sending him money, sometimes 10,000 naira, sometimes 20,000 naira.
• She once sent him 45,000 naira just so that he could pay rent and buy food when he complained about being depressed. She even set money for a therapist she found online. She was his helper, his encourager, and his silent sponsor. After NYC, Chibu moved to Abuja to chase better opportunities. He had met someone during his service year who promised to link him to a government contract only if he could raise capital.
• And so he called Ada one night sounding anxious. I just need like 400,000 to register the company, print materials, and push this proposal. If it goes through, Ada, you will never suffer again. Ada stared at her ceiling that night. It was raining outside. Her generator was off because there was no foil.
• 400,000 naira was not something she had lying around. But it was also not something she would deny him. So the next day she withdrew all her hidden savings and added some borrowed cash from her friend. She transferred everything without asking him for a receipt. She simply said, “Use it well.” Chibuzzo thanked her over and over again.

EPISODE: 2

• That weekend, he sent her flowers through a delivery man and wrote a long message that ended with, “I may not have a ring yet, but I already made my vow to you in my heart.” Ada cried while reading it. She imagined their wedding day already, the gown she would saw for herself, the smile on her mother’s face, and the joy of saying I do to a man she built with.
• However, as time passed, things began to change. Chibuza stopped calling her everyday. When he even called, he sounded rushed, like someone peeping over his shoulder. He also stopped saying I love you first, and his replies to her messages now became shorter, colder, and more distant. But still, he tried to assure her. Ada, relax. I’m just busy.
• This Abuja hustle is not beans. She tried to be understanding. After all, she had invested in his success and believed that when he finally broke through, they would both celebrate. So, she kept sending voice notes. But she couldn’t deny the feeling that something had changed. One evening, as she sat outside her shop watching the passers by, a former classmate walked by and greeted her.
• They talked briefly and the girl casually said, “I saw your boyfriend at a party in Abuja with some big people. He’s doing really well now. I think he’s even dating one senator’s daughter like that.” At that first smile, but her heart jumped up and remained hanging. No, that must be a mistake, right? He would have told me if anything, but she did not sleep that night.
• The next day, she tried calling Chibuzzo, but she got no response. She even sent him a long message pouring out her heart, reminding him of everything they had been through. He read it, but ignored her until 3 days later, while she was pinning fabric on a manquin, a dispatch rider walked into her shop.
• He gave her a sealed envelope with a gold ribbon and said, “Delivery for Miss Adobe.” She opened it slowly thinking maybe it was a surprise apology from Chibu and maybe he was finally ready to propose. But inside the envelope was a wedding invitation. Chibuzo and Zara dates two Saturdays from now. Location Abuja colors lilac and champagne gold.
• Ada stared at it for a long time. Her fingers went numb. She dropped the envelope on the floor and sat down on the cold tide floor. The words swam in her eyes and hot tears followed. Chibuza was marrying someone else. And not just anyone but a senator’s daughter. After everything she had given up, after all the nights she went hungry just to send him money.

EPISODE: 3

• After all the prayers. After all the faith. After all the dreams she tied to his name, he did not just leave. Rather, he invited her to watch. Adobe did not speak to anyone for the rest of that day. She just sat on the floor of her shop looking at the wedding invitation open in front of her as if it was a weapon that had pierced through her chest. Customers came, knocked and left.
• Her phone rang several times, but she did not answer. Even Cami, her closest friend, tried calling twice, but Ada ignored it all. She sat there until evening. When she finally stood up, her legs were stiff and shaky. She walked home that night without telling her mother anything. She did not eat or bathe.
• She just crawled into bed and stared at the ceiling fan until she drifted into sleep, waking up multiple times with panic. By morning, the pain was still there, but now it had settled into her bones. She picked up her phone and finally returned Camsie’s call. Cami picked immediately. Hello, Ada. Are you okay? I’ve been worried.
• Ada interrupted her. Come to my house, please. When Kamsy arrived, Ada did not waste time. She handed her the invitation without saying a word. Camsy opened it, read the names, then looked up in shock. Wait, Ada, this is not this is not the chipotle we know, right? Ada just nodded slowly and started crying again. Camps mouth opened in shock.
• Jesus, he’s marrying his little daughter. Zara, that’s the girl I saw on Instagram at that government event. Oh my god, Ada, after everything you did for him, this is how he pays you. Ada couldn’t answer. She just stood up and walked to the window breathing hard. Her chest felt like it was wrapped in wire. Each inhale hurts. Cami came and held her shoulder.
• This man is mad. You gave him your savings. Your peace of mind. You stood by him when he had nothing. And now that he has made small money, he dumped you for a woman with connections. Ada wiped her face. He did not even have the decency to hide it. He sent me the invitation as if I was a random classmate. Cam’s face turned red.
• What do you want to do? Do you want to go there? Do you want to call him out? We can drag him online. We can tell everyone. But Ada shook her head. No. Cami was surprised. No. Ada looked up slowly and narrowed her eyes like a gangster. I am not going to shout. I am not going to post receipts on the internet. I won’t even call him.

EPISODE: 4

• But I will attend the wedding. Cami blinked. You will what? Ada smiled. Since he invited me, I will go. I will sit there and watch. But I won’t go as a victim. Come see hesitated. Ada, this is not just about attending a wedding. This is You might see him kiss her. You might see him say I do.
• You might see him look at her the way he used to look at you. How will you survive that? Ada nodded slowly. I won’t just survive. I will make sure he never forgets that day. That evening, Ada went online and began researching Zara. It wasn’t hard to find her. Zara was the daughter of Senator Ume, a flashy politician known for his love of public attention and expensive parties.
• Zara had a well-created Instagram page full of designer bags, trips to Dubai, and carefully filtered mirror selfies. Ada stared at each photo. She clicked through the comments, took note of the wedding planner Zara had tagged in her countdown post and even found the decorators and kras through the hashtag zi2025. Ada began taking notes.
• She searched for Abuja hotels and booked one that was close to the church venue listed on the invitation. She contacted a stylist friend in Abuja to recommend a makeup artist. Then she called another tailor. I want a dress, a white one, clean and elegant. I will send the measurements tonight. The tailor was confused.
• White? Are you sure? Why don’t you sew it yourself? Is it for a wedding guest? Yes, Ada replied. But don’t make it look like a brider gown. Just make it look like a warning. After the call, she opened her phone gallery and began deleting pictures of Chibuzo one by one. His graduation photo, his NYC uniform photo, the one she took of him sleeping on her lap.
• The night before he left for Abuja, the one where he held her waist and said, “One day I will make you proud.” She deleted it all, but one folder remained. She renamed its evidence and moved all her receipts there. The bank transfers, the WhatsApp voice notes, the important screenshots, even the parcel delivery she paid for when he forgot his contract documents at home, the design sketches she made for his future office logo, and the 400,000 naira she gave him.
• She wasn’t planning to beg him. rather she was building a quiet bomb. 2 days later, Cami came over again. I still can’t believe you’re doing this, Ada. Ada smiled. I used to think love meanturing anything, but I have learned something else. Sometimes love means drawing the line with blood. Camsy looked nervous. What if it backfires? Ada looked straight at her.

EPISODE: 5

• Then we will both carry the shame. I don’t have anything to lose after all. But one thing is certain, he will never walk down that aisle peacefully. On the morning of the wedding, the sun in Abuja was mercilessly hot. But Adobe’s heart was colder than a freezer. She sat on the hotel bed staring at her reflection.
• The tailor had delivered the dress 2 days earlier, and it was perfect. The gown looked like peace, but it carried war in every scene. The makeup artist arrived at 6:30 a.m. Ada gave her simple instructions. She did not want bright colors or glitters, just a clean look with sharp brows and dark lips. As the woman walked, Ada sat still holding the invitation card in her hands.
• Chibu and Zara St. Andrew’s Chapel Mama reception at Rose Hill Gardens. By 8:15 a.m., Ada was fully dressed and standing by the hotel window, watching cars drive by. Camsy sat quietly on the other bed wearing a champagne colored dress. “You know, you don’t have to do this,” Camy said for the 14th time.
• “But Ada didn’t answer. She turned and picked up her small white clutch. She had placed the envelope with the evidence inside it. There were printed bank statements and screenshots of his charts inside.” She wore her shoes and turned to her friend. I don’t need to speak loudly. I just need to show up. The church venue was beautiful.
• Several logic cars lined the streets. Uniformed ushers held umbrellas for guests. Security was tight and the guests were stylish. Ada stepped out of the taxi and began walking towards the entrance. She did not look out of place. At least she looked expensive on a low budget. She handed her invitation card to the usher at the gate.
• He looked at it then at her dress, then back at her, but he said nothing. He stepped aside and let her through. Inside the church, guests were already seated. The choir was singing and the priest sat at the altar, flipping through the missile. Ada walked straight to the second row just behind the bride’s family and sat down.
• The senator’s cousin glanced at her briefly, nodded politely, and then returned to his phone. Ada placed her bag on her lap, and stared her head. The door opened, and Chibu walked in first, wearing the navy blue suit they had both once admired online. He walked slowly, nodding at guest and trying to form confidence until his eyes met hers.
• He almost lost his balance, but Ada did not blink. She looked directly into his eyes as if she was trying to dissect his soul from his eyes. Chibuzza’s mouth moved slightly, but he quickly turned and faced the altar. Moments later, the music changed. Zara entered in a grand wedding gown, holding her father’s arm.
• The guest smiled and clapped. Her makeup was flawless. She smiled beautifully, and she looked every inch like the senator, polished and proud. As the service began, Ada remained still. The priest preached about love and honor. He spoke about faithfulness, loyalty, and the beauty of two souls becoming one. Ada almost laughed when it was time for the vows. Chibuza’s voice cracked twice.
• The priest thought it was just nerves, but Ada knew better. After the I do was said and rings were exchanged. People clapped, pictures were taken and the church service ended. At the reception venue, the hall looked like a palace. There were flowers everywhere, a life saxoponist and waiters floating about with champagne.
• Ada followed the crowd in, accepted a glass of juice, and sat at table 5 reserved for special guests. Luckily, nobody stopped her. The MC began with jokes. The food was served. Everything looked perfect until it was time for tributes. The MC smiled and said, “We have a few loved ones who would like to say something about the groom and bride.
• Please, let’s welcome Miss Adobe Okoro.” Everyone clapped, unaware of who she was. Ada stood and walked slowly to the stage. Zara looked confused while Chibuzza’s face was pale. Ada held the microphone. turned to the crowd and began. Good afternoon everyone. My name is Adobe. I won’t take much of your time. I just want to honor the groom today because I believe in giving people their flowers.
• You see, years ago, this man had nothing, no job, no money, not even confidence. But he had dreams and I believed in him. I fed those dreams. I funded them and I watched him rise. When he said I was his word, I believed. The hall was now silent, and people were hooked to the story. I fed his broke and hungry belly, paid for his NYC survival, and gave him the seed money to start his logistic company.
• I even helped design the logo he pitched to secure his first contract. She reached into her bag and pulled out a small envelope. Here are the receipts, just in case anyone doubts. She placed it on the table in front of Zara. I wonder how people can so easily forget the hands that fed them and go back on their promises.